People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Seeing Abruzzi's reaction, Ron finally couldn't hold back and laughed. "John, don't be disappointed, this is a good thing..."

"Shut up!" Abruzzi, unable to save face, interrupted Ron before he could finish speaking.

Ron smiled, said nothing more, and focused on driving.

Salt Lake City is several hundred kilometers away from Thule City, which is not a short distance.

-

Fox River Prison.

First, the alarm suddenly sounded, and then FBI agents arrived.

The time has come to this moment.

The news that Ding Ze and Abruchi had successfully escaped from the infirmary around midnight had reached Sector A prison!

moment.

Almost all the prisoners got excited and jumped off their beds, howling wildly as if it were them, not Ding Ze and his companion, who had escaped.

"Hahahaha!! Prison guards, you're all trash!"

"Prison guards, were you all raised on shit?"

"How was it? Exciting, wasn't it? Unexpected, right?"

"..."

Amidst the howls that rose and fell, the prisoners tore up the bedsheets and frantically threw all sorts of things out of the cell door...

The entire A-section prison erupted in celebration, creating quite a lively atmosphere.

Of course, there were a few prisoners who didn't participate in the revelry.

Michael sat blankly on the bed, honestly not knowing what to think for a moment, and just remained silent.

Westmoreland didn't get up. He lay in bed with his eyes open, stroked the head of the tabby cat beside him, and smiled brightly, remembering Ding Ze's appearance. "Have a safe trip."

The department store owner breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling much lighter all over. "Good thing they're gone, otherwise I really couldn't live like this."

Benjamin Franklin kept rubbing his bald head, filled with regret for not seizing the opportunity to go out with them.

Sucre was dumbfounded, unable to stop thinking about what Ding Ze had said before.

'Kill Hector within three days.'

'I'm planning to change prisons.'

"Who exactly is that guy? How is he so powerful?" Sucre muttered to himself, then remembered something: 'He made me move to cell number 40...'

-

Before you knew it, it was past seven in the morning.

Ding Ze and his two companions arrived at a small town that looked quite prosperous.

“Let’s have breakfast,” Ding Ze suggested, a little hungry. “Then, Ron, could you help me buy some things in town later?”

“Okay, Mr. Ding, what would you like to eat?” Ron asked politely.

Ding Ze happened to see a fried chicken shop to his left. "I'll go to that fried chicken shop to buy some food. Can you buy it for me? I won't go down."

“Hmm,” Ron replied, “John, what about you?”

“I’m not going down either, you buy more,” Abruzzi replied.

"it is good."

It took the three of them about an hour to finish their breakfast in the car, and they were all full.

Ron lit a cigarette, not forgetting that Ding Ze still needed to buy some things, so he asked, "Mr. Ding, what do you need me to buy for you?"

“Three sledgehammers for smashing walls, three shovels, two of the largest hiking backpacks, and... see if I can buy balaclavas, if not, then buy three hats and three face masks,” Ding Ze had already planned it out. Then he added, “I also need a few professional scalpels, as well as some chemicals and cosmetics…”

Surgical knives and chemical cosmetics are the materials needed to make human skin masks.

The FBI has now been mobilized.

His and Abruzzi's appearance will probably spread throughout the United States today.

Without some cover, I'll be recognized no matter where I go, which is too troublesome.

Done.

Ding Ze added, "Oh, and buy a few more cans of gasoline and a few cartons of cigarettes."

Gasoline was used to incinerate corpses.

After finding a suitable target and cutting off the face, the body still needs to be dealt with, otherwise it will just be left there... He believed that before long, he would definitely have the title of 'Face-Cutting Killer' on his head.

Cigarettes, of course, are for smoking.

Ron carefully noted it down. To be honest, he was quite puzzled, but after thinking about it, he decided not to ask. "Okay."

-

at the same time.

After spending several hours at Fox River State Penitentiary gathering information on Ding Ze and Abruzzi, and focusing on questioning the cellmates of all the poisoned prisoners to gain a better understanding of Ding Ze's methods of killing, Ma Hong returned to the FBI's Chicago office.

Shortly afterward, in front of the building, Ma Hong stood before a group of media personnel who had been waiting for a long time, and spoke earnestly into the microphones.

"Rest assured, the FBI has immediately assembled a special team to apprehend Ding Ze and John Abruzzi!"

"I believe that it won't be long before we are able to successfully apprehend them and bring them to justice."

"..."

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There are many things to buy, and they are quite varied.

Driving around looking for shops requires constant stopping, which makes Ding Ze and Abruchi more likely to be seen and cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Ron planned to take a taxi to make purchases.

Abruzzi had no objection to this.

soon.

Ron got out of the car and walked away.

At this moment, after glancing at Ron's retreating figure, Abruzzi spoke up, "Mr. Ding, would you mind telling me about your next plans?"

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, noticed Abruzzi's actions. "You don't trust him?"

Abruzzi smiled faintly, "I basically believe it, but the more people who know about what we're about to discuss, the greater the risk. I won't risk my wife and children."

Hear this.

From the moment he boarded the plane until just now, Abruzzi never mentioned his doubts about going to rescue his family, which was then explained.

Ding Ze nodded, not forgetting his promise to help, and said directly, "The plan is to get the money today, and tomorrow we'll return to Chicago and rescue your family, how about that?"

“Okay,” Abruzzi readily agreed, his face clearly showing delight, then asked with a hint of doubt, “Money?”

Ding Ze laughed, "Westmoreland is DB Cooper. I made a deal with him, and his money is mine now."

Abruzzi was slightly surprised. "That old man really is DB Cooper? I didn't expect that."

A surprised expression made Abruzzi admire Ding Ze even more.

After all, you know, that old man Westmoreland has always been stubborn and unyielding... It's not easy for Ding Ze to get that old man to hand over the money.

However, it was just surprise. Abruzzi didn't have any improper thoughts and quickly changed the subject, saying, "I'll call Farzen now and calm him down."

"Okay, let's find out his location while we're at it. We'll go straight there tomorrow and kill him."

"no problem."

Abruzzi laughed happily, said nothing more, and started making a phone call.

The call is connected.

Abruzzi rambled on for a bit before getting to the point, "Philip, I know where Fibonacci is. He's hiding in New Mexico, and I'm on my way to him. I expect to take him down tonight. Wait for my good news; I'll bring you his head tomorrow."

On the other end of the phone, Philip Farrar's initial questions about how Abruzzi had escaped and why it had taken so long to call were temporarily put aside. He became excited and said fiercely, "Well done! John! Remember not to let that bastard die too easily!"

After saying that, Philip casually asked, "By the way, where in New Mexico is he?"

Abruzzi, familiar with Philip's character, had already prepared his lines and immediately gave an address.

Philip didn't ask any more questions.

The two chatted for a few more words.

"Philip, where should I look for you tomorrow?" Abruzzi asked casually.

“Come to my house,” Philip replied.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."